Accepting My Massive Inheritance After Divorce

nd and could not help but tickle Shen Yan’s nose.
He said dotingly, “Looks like you really drank a lot this time.”

After saying that, Fu Hang got up and carried the basin of water into the bathroom to pour it out.

Shen Yan’s alcohol tolerance was not little, but it was not high either.
However, because she was too happy and drank too much, she got drunk directly.

The next morning, Shen Yan was woken up by the alarm clock.

She took her phone in a daze and looked at the time.
She was slightly stunned.
She didn’t expect to sleep for more than ten hours.

It was 8.30 a.m.
now.

Shen Yan got up and prepared to go to the office.
However, she only realized that it was the weekend when she opened the curtains.

Shen Yan took out a bathrobe from the wardrobe and walked into the bathroom.
When she stood in front of the bathroom mirror, she realized that the makeup on her face had been removed.

There were only her and Fu Hang in the apartment.
She had fallen asleep last night.
It seemed that Fu Hang had helped her remove her makeup.

She really didn’t expect Fu Hang to be so considerate.

The corners of Shen Yan’s lips curled up slightly.
Only then did she walk to the shower and start showering.

She saw Fu Hang seated beside her bed when she exited the bathroom after showering.

“Are you sober?”

When Fu Hang noticed Shen Yan had entered, he approached her and led her to the dressing table.
He sat her down, grabbed a large towel from her grip, and helped her in drying her long, damp hair.

Shen Yan sat in front of the dressing mirror, feeling a little bashful.

Behind her, she heard a muffled giggle, as if he didn’t believe what she was saying.

Shen Yan gazed in the mirror at Fu Hang and decided to change the subject.
“Congratulations, Mr Fu.
You have been elected as president of Mk.”

From the mirror, Shen Yan watched Fu Hang extend his hand to hold her shoulder and lean over to give her a furious kiss on the cheek just as she finished speaking.
“I appreciate it.”

Shen Yan’s hair was already drier.
Fu Hang tossed the towel down and took up the hairdryer to help Shen Yan dry her hair.

Growl!

Shen Yan’s stomach rumbled abruptly.

“Are you hungry?” Fu Hang said softly, his phoenix-like eyes flashing with a smile.